The clash o' the kintra claik
Rins aff ma lug, as rain
Teems ower the glaissy gape
O' the windae pane.

The chap o' the preacher's wird,
Be it wise as Solomon,
It fooners on iron yird
Brakks, upon barren grun.
    
Bit the lowe o' a beast new born,
The grieve at his wirk,
The blyter o brierin corn,
The bicker o birk,
The haly hush o' the hill:
Things kent, an at haun
I'd harken tae that wi' a will.
The Spik o' the Lan!